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See, this is another reason why I like how you write or I like how I read how you write, your words.Because not only each time I read you, I see something different but also that when I read such, I can read your words in different ways. And here....Literally 'trapezing' and 'trapezing' in our life. Well mine anyway!

Poor lady! I feel pity for her. But I have never liked clowns, anyway, or magicians. When I went to the circus I preferred the acrobats, the trapeze artists, the tightrope walkers and the dancers. Of course that was a very long time ago :)

My first memory of the circus... a bit traumatic. The show was thrilling enough. I was bought a large size stick of "cotton candy" (spun sugar floss). Somehow I consumed the entirety of it. On the ensuing homeward trip, the world began to spin horribly. Someone opened the door of the vehicle, allowing the child to be sick.

No fear of clowns though. Perhaps a touch of spectrophobia (fear of mirrors with clowns in them).